Chapter 2

***POV:Amara***

It’s the day after the Council Meeting and thankfully all is calm. My mother thankfully did not broach the topic of Trent at all yesterday, and judging from my peaceful day so far, she must not have shared with my father the compromising position she found us in yesterday. I hear a knock on the door and my heart skips a beat. I wasn’t expecting him today, but one could hope. I open the door and find Trent standing there, looking rugged, and perfect. He gives me one of his sexy crooked smiles and pushes his way in. I close the door and he immediately pounces on me.

He grabs me from behind and pushes me against the wall forcefully, and I am already turned on.

“Trent, what are you doing?” I ask full of needy anticipation.

“I’ll show you..” he says.

His hands start touching me everywhere as he attacks my neck and earlobes, kissing, nipping, licking, all while keeping me against the wall with his strong toned body. All the sensations his touch is causing sending ripples of arousal through me.

I lose myself in the feeling, letting him take complete control. The feeling of him all over me is electrifying. He turns me around to face him, tips my head up towards his face, looks down at me roguishly and slowly starts tracing his way down from my mouth to the top of my bra with his skilled tongue.

He teases me a bit, removes my tank top and shorts slowly, all the while kissing and taunting me. I am frenzied at this point and cannot wait to feel him inside me. I pull at the hem of his shirt, and he allows me to remove it. I push down his shorts, releasing his hardened dick pushing against the fabric of his briefs. His muscled tattooed body is a sight to behold. I have memorized every hard line of his body, every piece of artwork etched upon it. He lifts me up, and grabs me up from underneath, holding me up against the wall by my butt and with his hands.

“I have to have you now” he pants.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders. With one hand he pulls his briefs down, allowing his manhood to be free, thick and hard. He pushes aside my underwear, keeping it on but clearing the way for him to enter me.

With one thrust, he relieves me of my agony, and slowly starts to move inside me. In and out, so slow and sweet, and then gradually building up, increasing the pace. I hold on to him and meet his thrusts as best I can as he pounds into me. My breasts deliciously pressed against his hard chest, locked together, we reach climax at the same time, our sweet release.

He puts me down, gives me a sweet light peck on the lips, and heads towards the bathroom to shower. I am satisfied but immediately disappointed to be left alone. As if hearing my thoughts, he pops his head out of the bathroom, wiggling his eyebrows at me

“Join me?” he asks playfully.

I immediately follow, I would follow this man anywhere.

Hours later, we have exhausted ourselves from the wall, to inside the shower, to the bedroom. He is insatiable, and if we are being honest, so am I. With my pussy feeling like it has been liquified, my stomach grumbles.

“Do you want something to eat?” I ask.

“Babe, you’re the best. I am starving, especially after you made me work so hard.”

I roll my eyes “Let me see what I can scrounge up”

I head to the kitchen and look through its contents. Variety in food is not what is used to be, the world has changed so much after the humans destroyed it. Staring at the pantry, I grab some rice, and head to the refrigerator, settling on making some shrimp and rice. Being right on the ocean did have some food related perks. I start moving about the kitchen, and Trent comes out of the bedroom.

“Alright babe, I gotta go.” He says to me.

“What do you mean? I’m in the middle of making us something to eat” I pout.

“Amara, I have to get a move on before anyone comes looking for me. I was supposed to be going around to all the Alphas and their heirs for their signatures on this petition. Obviously I got sidetracked here. You don’t want anyone to come looking for me and figure out what we have been up to do you?” he asks.

“Would that be so bad?” I reply looking up at him.

“You know that we would not be accepted by everyone. We just can’t right now.”

I sigh and drop the topic before it launches us into another one of our repetitive fights on the subject.

“So, what’s the petition you actually came here for?” I say changing the subject.

“Had you been paying attention at yesterday’s meeting, you would know.” He says to me pointedly.

“If you hadn’t been distracting me by eye fucking me, maybe I could have paid attention” I counter back, and he snickers.

“Alright you got me there. Well, since everything went to shit, you know we are managing better than expected here. The petition calls for us to start sending search parties out to rescue any human survivors. We have more than enough room and resources for them. No reason for their species to be completely wiped out. The elders just want us to get signatures of most of the leaders and their heirs and then we can proceed. We won’t even have to wait for the next monthly Council Collective meeting.  So, if you are on board like I know you are, I just need you to sign.”

I glance it over, but it doesn’t take much for me to grab the pen and sign, this one is a no brainer for me. What was the point of more people dying after all the losses that were caused by war and disease, when we had everything we needed here and more? The Hidden have fared fantastically. For years The Collective had been taking up resources from all the clans, packs, covens, etc., to build the utopias that house us today. Last I heard we have 50 Hidden communities stashed away in all of the remote corners of the Earth. Each one houses thousands of supernatural beings living comfortably, safely, and hardly missing any of the luxuries that the modern world had provided. We have been surviving and thriving like this for 5 years. I was 15 when the world stopped, and now at 20 it was time for me to start getting serious about finding a mate and settling into my future role as pack Alpha for the South Coastal Pack, or so my parents tell me.

Trent grabs the paperwork abruptly, smacks my butt, and walks out without another word. I am left speechless and deflated. I love him so much, or at least I think this is love. Even though he is not my fated mate, I would happily take him as my mate. He disagrees and says that two future Alphas from packs that were formerly enemies can not be together. I think that is a moot point now and no one hardly cares or even remembers that our packs used to be enemies, except our parents of course.

Trent and I had started sneaking around almost 2 years ago. It was casual at first, but then it turned more serious and more frequent. We have had a couple of breaks here and there but can never seem to stay apart for long. No one knew about us except for my best friend Violet, and she did not approve. Her wolf Lila, being of a more mischievous nature, was a solid supporter of anything remotely sordid. My wolf Kylah, being more of an old wise soul, did not feel the same. It left me at odds with my 2 selves, and my heart stuck somewhere in the middle. Realizing how late it had gotten after spending all that "quality time” with Trent, I rushed to get ready to go out with my friends tonight. I was definitely in the mood to blow some steam off and dance the night away.